All Chapters of Fake marrying my new boss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

*Kiera* Will has stepped out on the balcony, I am not sure if it is the same call or if he had more to make, but he seems not to be too agitated, which I assume is a good sign. As I clear the table, the sound of Frida’s crayon scratching against the paper still echoes in the background. I sneak a glance at her… her long blonde hair cascades over her shoulders in wild tangles. She’s so absorbed in her drawing, her focus unwavering, that she doesn’t even notice me watching. “Hey, Frida,” I say, trying to keep my tone light. “Your hair looks like a bird’s nest sweetie. Do you want me to help you brush it?” She glances up, her blue eyes wide with surprise, then nods slowly. “Okay, but it tangles a lot. I sleep a lot, remember?” Her expression shifts slightly, and I catch a hint of sadness in her voice. She’s been through so much, and I know the weight of her past hangs heavy on her small shoulders. “Yeah, I remember,” I reply gently, moving to sit beside her at the table. I can’t hel

*Kiera* I sit on the edge of the couch, my heart racing in anticipation. The living room feels both cozy and daunting, with its soft lighting and the faint scent of lavender wafting from the diffuser in the corner. Will sits beside me, his hand firmly holding mine, and I take a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering in my stomach. I glance at him, and he offers a reassuring smile that somehow eases my anxiety. He looks effortlessly handsome today, his hair tousled just right, shirt fitted perfectly to accentuate his broad shoulders. I can’t help but admire how he exudes confidence, like a star ready to shine in the spotlight. The doorbell rings, jolting me out of my thoughts. Will squeezes my hand, an anchor amidst the storm of my nerves. “You’ve got this, Kiera,” he whispers, his voice low and steady. I nod, though the butterflies in my stomach are still performing acrobatics. “Candy said it would just be a casual chat,” I mumble, trying to convince myself more than him. “Bu

*Kiera* The evening air wraps around me like a soft blanket as I step onto the rooftop bar, the city skyline shimmering under the glow of a thousand lights. I can see Marissa waving enthusiastically from our table, her smile bright enough to rival the stars. This is my escape… a night of laughter, friendship, and a brief reprieve from the tangled web of my emotions. As I settle into my seat, the warmth of our connection washes over me. “You look incredible!” Marissa exclaims, her eyes sparkling with genuine delight. “Thanks! You too… I love that top,” I reply, admiring the way it accentuates her figure. There’s something so refreshing about being here with her, just two friends enjoying the night, free from the weight of my complicated life. We order drinks, and as the bartender mixes our cocktails, I can’t help but let my thoughts drift to Frida. “You know,” I begin, swirling the ice in my glass, “I can’t help but love her. She’s such a joy, and Will and I… we actually work well

*Kiera* My heart pounds in my chest as I feel the weight of Will’s grip. He’s not just holding me; he’s anchoring himself to me as if I’m his lifeline. I can feel the heat radiating off his skin, the sweat mingling with the frantic energy coursing through him. I know he’s trapped in that nightmare, and all I can think about is how to pull him back to the surface. “Will,” I whisper softly, my voice barely above a breath, “you need to wake up. It’s just a dream. You’re safe. I’m here.” I tuck my head against his shoulder, wrapping my arms around him, trying to ground him, to remind him of the reality that exists outside of his terror. He thrashes again, and I hold tighter, my body molding against his as I speak soothingly into his ear, “You’re okay. You’re okay. Just breathe.” I can feel the tension in his muscles start to ease, the fight within him waning. Slowly, oh so slowly, his grip loosens, and I can sense the moment he breaks through the surface, gasping for reality. His eyes

*Kiera* “No!” Is the first he says. “I was… tonight… altså… it was... møg… I mean.” Will stumbles over his words, and I can see the frustration building behind his eyes. His Danish slips out, punctuated by his stuttering, and I can’t help but tilt my head, trying to lighten the mood. “Did your internal translator break, or are you just trying to confuse me?” I tease, hoping to soften the tension that hangs thick in the air. He blurts out something that makes my heart race. “I don’t own you, Kiera. I don’t want you to think that." His voice wobbles, and I can see the battle of emotions playing across his face. "The ring, the contract… it doesn’t mean I own you.” I realize he’s trying to express something deeper, something that’s tied to his need for control. The way he guards the people close to him, like precious treasures. “But I have to admit…” he continues, his voice quieter now, “I have this possessive streak. It’s like I’m wired to protect what’s mine.” His admission catche